Of all the rotten luck, I just HAD to go first. Nervosity was eating me alive, as I started picking on my outfit that Alianna had designed for me. White pants, I could deal with, now pair that with a gold-colored shirt, AND saphire incrusted wings, I just felt really weird. Yet, when I stepped on the stage, the Capitol people loved it. Guess they were just weird, though maybe I could get used to wearing this, I kind of felt like an angel.
I sat down in the soft, velvet seat, and faced Brielle. "So, Derek, why are you going to be one of the victors? I hear you can't fight, so how are you possibly planning on winning?"
"Easy," I answered. "I have my sister, and you do NOT want to mess with her, she is honestly just terrifying."
"But what if she dies? Then you're done for aren't you?"
"No," I replied. "First of all, Alianna would never be killed. Second of all, I have Sean and Jojo too, they can fight well too. Don't underestimate the power that having a few friends can give you."
"Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, Derek from District 1!"
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